My character? I am a mystery that does not need to be solved to the end. Sometimes I can be detached, lost in my own thoughts, as if listening to something far away. And the next moment — to involve you in a story about the ghosts of old mansions or about the language of flowers

Turns me On

Intellectual provocation. Not a direct hint, but a game of wits, a veiled dialogue where desire is read between the lines, in a hint of a common secret, or in a quote from an esoteric text dropped as a challenge. Attention to detail. A spectator who notices how the candle flame flickered from my

Turns me Off

Blunt directness and vulgarity. Demands, flat jokes, primitive hints. It destroys the whole atmosphere of mystery that I-create- Disrespect for boundaries and environment. Disparaging comments about attributes ("why these old books?"), demands to remove "junk" or turn on a bri